I can think of lots of activities to be involved in instead of cooking. I am not a terrible cook, but my family just likes to eat the same food. It gets a bit monotonous. When I try to spice it up, they balk. They are creatures of habit and are set in eating what is a proven success. When I gave up working out there in the real world, I promised to take over all the “household” tasks which include washing clothes, cleaning, being the chauffeur for the children and alas, cooking. Although I have gotten better, I did not even know how to cook until I moved to Connecticut and was married for fifteen years! Imagine that. Oh, well, now I am the resident chef, waitress and head of dishwashing services. This is a duty that does not get its fair share of kudos.
Anyway, I have learned that although these tasks may not be the highlight of my day or my life, they are mindless and allow my mind to rest and my perceptions, intuitions, my clairvoyance, clairaudience and all my other “clairs” to go into “receive mode.” At that point while I am walking around the kitchen, or chopping away without really thinking, is when the sheer movement becomes a meditation. It is at that point that I can see, hear and feel those who are unseen to most. Those on the other side slip in when our minds are free from the clatter of our days and lives.
A few years ago, as my family relaxed in front of the television, I was in the kitchen working away, similar to a scientist concocting something in a laboratory. By the way, since I am perpetually watching my weight I do not eat any of the “delicious” meals I put together. This is a true blessing! Anyway, as I prepared the meal, cutting and dicing rhythmically, I felt a presence in the room. Without looking up, I take in the personality; allow all of my senses to engage and absorb the presence. I feel the personality as if it were tangible. The sense of “feeling a personality” is a big one for me. Everything about the person that I need as an introduction comes through this feeling. Like those that are living in the flesh, those on the other side are happy, sad, funny, depressed, anxious, serene, grouchy and feisty personalities. Their personalities mirror the personalities they had in life. How else could they be recognized? And, for me, it is their personalities that precede anything else.
On this particular day, I identified this personality as male, playful and funny. After the personality sets in my mind; an image of the person comes through. As previously mentioned, most times the spirit does not appear as the person looked while they walked the earth plain, but rather is similar in characteristics so that I can pass on those traits. I am only the messenger but it has to be an image that makes sense and is memorable to me. In this case, I saw a man that use to be an usher in church when I was a little girl. Although personality-wise, this man from my past and this spirit beside me were at odds, physically they were identical. The man from my youth, as well as the spirit, were around 5’8, had white hair and pleasant features. Both men commanded a presence despite their smallish stature.
“Okay”, I said after I was confident of the personality, the image and my connection, “please tell me who you are and what you would like me to help you with.”
“I am George. Talk to my daughter for me”, he simply stated. “Tell Karen it is all okay and that I am with her; what she feels is really me. I know she thinks about me every year at this time.”
Later, I learned it was the anniversary of his death. This was not known to me since I had not known Karen when her father had died. Moreover, he had passed on such a long time ago, that she did not discuss it. We were just casual friends at that point. However, George’s visits initiated and helped develop a close friendship between Karen and I that has grown over the years.
George went on to tell me about specific events or referenced certain items that would allow Karen to accept that he had really come through. He spoke of a ruby ring that was her connection to him. I later found out that he had given her a ruby ring that she had not worn for years. You can bet she wears it now! After listening to him for about thirty minutes, I walked into the family room where my husband and sons were watching television. Standing in front of the room, I announced, “Karen’s father was just talking with me in the kitchen.”
My oldest son looked at my husband and said, “He must be dead.”
That is it; that simple and they went right back to the program that they were watching on television. This is not a big deal, it’s just mom doing her thing. How cool is that? They almost think that what I do is run-of-the-mill and normal. I am not saying that they do not think that I am strange, but what kid does not at some point think his or her mom is just plain weird? So I am defined as weird; there are worse things.
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